‘Yeah what do you want?’
Keep Walking. Just another freak in the parade.
‘Do you know where the bus station is? ‘
OK stop. ‘There are two bus stations but I suppose you want the closest. This is Pau Claris street. You know if you walk straight down. Just keep going. It’s a long walk. You’ll eventually run into it’.
Something made me ask: ‘why do you need the bus station?’
‘I figure I could sleep there’ i looked further into his eyes. 17-18 years maybe. Extremely dirty but soft eyes.
‘Oh, you know I’m like you in a way.’
‘What?’ A look of bewilderment.
‘I have nowhere to go as well’
A small Tyra Banks smize showed up on his face:
‘You know I don’t know anyone here.’
‘Listen if you can’t sleep in the station then there is a park in the around it. There are lots of people there.’
Wait a minute I thought to myself. That’s not good advice. He has so little they’ll steal that from him.
As I prepared to walk the 40 minute walk with him to the bus station I thought: this is not me. I cannot take this person’s path. It is his to follow. ‘I hope that you get there. Have to run. Take care.’